Site hosted by Build your free website today!

Whispers of you into the near air
A sweet flagrance of remorse
or even dispair.
A few echoes of some known whispers
From some unknown lips....
All of the stars and the whole ground
rotate in zigzags,
A whisper produced.
Then gently induced.
From a tacit voice
What am I talking about?
or maybe I'm only,


This poem was Written by a Friend of Mine.
ThankYou Ray! from ThePork it's lovely..